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Today has been rough on so many levels. None that matter though…

So I ran out of allergy pills on Sunday and never went to get anymore. Last night I was paying the price. Couldn’t stop coughing and had serious insomnia. WTF I never get insomnia. This insomnia has been plaguing me for a while. Ugh. Needless to say I woke up this am feeling the opposite of great on only fourfuckenhours of sleep. Oh, and they weren’t a good solid four hours either. First thing I did before coming into the office, picked up a packet of pharmaceuticals.

It’s taken me all week so far to make some minor adjustments on a report here at work. Pho. This is not good. My brain is tired and can only concentrate on coffee, long walks by the beach and sleep. Hopefully the finished product I just sent out won’t come back with any more ridiculous comments/recommendations.

My vision is getting worse. Damn you solitaire! I can totally see, or not see for that matter that I need a new prescription. ^%^*^$%*))! I don’t want my eyes to get old! All this with A constantly asking why I don’t get lasik. Well, it’s because my vision keeps getting worse. Sorry kid, we’re from the same gene pool and BIO 101 tells me you’re headed in the same direction. Muhahahahaha!

Still contemplating a dress a purchased a couple of weeks ago. Sure I loved it when I got it, now I’m not so sure. I’m so bipolar when it comes to clothes, decisions, life.

The one that’s about to send me over the edge, I can’t get an appointment for a facial! The nerve!

As for the debate. I recorded it on PBS. N played about 5 minutes of it last night and I got all wound up. Me thinks this could have been a contributing factor to my lack of sleep. I won’t go into politics here but I will say that I’m actually looking forward to when the other shoe drops, opps it already did…

Dreading traffic tonight. Looking forward to watching SATC movie for the 4th time. Can’t wait to lay down.

Peace, love and kisses.

BTW, this little guy belongs to me. Sorry you didn't get the memo G, I'll be picking him and ALL of his belongings tonight.

Work is getting a lot harder. Not because of the actual work but because I just can't focus! With only three weeks to go for our trip I can't seem to concentrate on anything. Well anything that needs my attention. Argh!

This is all I've been thinking about...







I can't wait!

After a weekend of hibernation I was sure this morning’s workout was going to feel great. WRONG. Not only did I perform subpar I feel like I ran the Mt. Wilson trial all over again. My leg muscles are tired, my arms feel weak, my back can’t get out of its hunching over position and all over something hurts. Looks like the 3:1 isn’t happening this week. That’s okay though. I think I’ve been working very hard these last two months and as Coach E and Coach N have repeatedly told me, I must focus on the positive.

The plan is to take tomorrow off, BC Wednesday, try to make a CF session on Thursday and BC Friday. The ½ is on Sunday so Saturday will be a rest day. My goal for the race is 2:40. Originally I wanted 2:30 but I don’t want to beat myself up if I don’t get that number. Plus, after doing 10 miles on Saturday in 2.02 I think that an additional 3 miles is going to take about an extra 40 minutes.

Other thoughts… Even though I’ve been complaining about all of my shortcomings I am very proud of four very important people in my life that have all inspired me.

My husband N. Only after having knee surgery just two months ago he’s back at it. Plus, he’s better than most people I know! Always my biggest supporter and mentor. Never letting me down in any way and always pushing me to do better. He’s what keeps me going. He’s a true athlete.

My brother A. Who knew that dragging him out to a few 5K’s would have turned him on to BC. Every time I talk to him he has something to share from his class. It’s awesome to see how much he’s change in only a few months, both physically and mentally. Damn, he’s doing his first ½ this Sunday, then his first AR next Sunday THEN his first marathon in November. My baby brother kicks ass!

My mom. After all my hassling for her to get back to her walking and not excepting any excuses from her, A and I have managed to get her to her first 5K. This is a huge achievement for her and I’m very proud that she’s committed to it. I know this will be the first of many races to come. My mom’s on her way.

My friend R. Not only has she been a loyal BFF for many years this woman has always inspired me. I still remember when she dragged me to our first yoga class. Then I dragged her to her first CF class… The rest is history. R is on her way to becoming an elite CFer.

I’m still working on a few others but I’m sure I’ll get them to come around eventually…

i realized that i'm guilty of this too since all of my posts are virtually bitch fests. whoops.

I’m in a shitty mood but not really. I really want to be mad but I just can’t seem to get there. Inside I feel these emotions trying to break free and it’s really annoying that they can’t.

First, my effin thighs are bigger than ever. WTF! My pants barely fit, if you can even say that. The strange thing is that I’ve been losing weight and inches elsewhere except for that area. They just keep on getting bigger. What the hell is going on down there?

Second, my clutch went out yesterday and now I’m out a significant amount of money. Really sad about this because I was finally going to treat myself with something and then this shit happens. My treat will now be a new clutch. Not fucken fun. *&@#%()!!!

Third, work. Gawd this place is so negative. Everyone always complaining about something I just can’t take it anymore. I’d understand if their complaints were valid and out of their control but everything they bitch about is because they made it so! Argh! This is what happens when you have an office full of type Aers.

Forth, my foot. My heel more specifically. The darn thing still hurts! I’ve been icing, rolling and massaging the thing and even though it hurts less each day it STILL hurts. Now I’m confused if I should go for the training run on Saturday or not.

Finally, after two years of pushups from the knees I still can’t do a real pushup. This is very disappointing. I try and try but my weak arms can’t handle all this weight. :’(

Fuck, I think my bad mood has finally broken through.

Richard Gere is DEFINATLY still hot. 5 min ago

Men just get better and better. 5 min ago

Bastards. 3 min ago

Bwahahaha! 1 min ago

It’s Monday what else can I say…

Had a great weekend and wish I had another day… or four. My cold has passed and now I’m just congested, especially in my chest.

So my first week of 3:1 failed. I missed out on Thursday since I felt like crap. Here’s what I did do:

Friday: CrossFit-Jackie(?) 1K row, 50 thrusters w/45lb bar, and 30 pullups (jumping) Time-16:40

Saturday: ran 12.5 miles. Time-2:50 The first 6 miles were okay, I wasn’t feeling so good but it was okay then I hit a wall. My body, breathing and mind were all suffering. Thankfully MK was the support crew and took care of us during the whole route! Thank gawd for MK!!! Really, if it wasn’t for him driving around and looking for us I’m not sure I would have made it. Also, Shannon was a true friend and stuck with me the whole way too. She sacrificed a good time to keep me company. I owe her BIG.

Sunday: REST My feet were doing much better but my left heel was giving me some problems. Every time I’d bend over pain would start there and shoot up my leg. This doesn’t sound good so I rolled my feet on tennis balls all day.

Monday: BC 400m sprints, 9 pushups, 9 jumping squats Time-5 rounds plus we ran up the goat hill 3 times, 5 if if you count the warm-up. My chest was congested and affected my breathing. Plus I was really tired after the sprints that it took me a long time to complete the pushups and squats. Hopefully by week’s end my breathing will get back on track.

Goals for the week:
- to complete two 3:1 schedules.
- must get rid of all this congestion.
- continually make better choices in all my consumption and hydration.
- Get to the bottom of A’s new haircut. Took me a lot of convincing and pleading and begging to get him to cut his locks for our wedding and now he’s just cut it “just because.” Yeah, whatever…

Finally, I swear this will end it, I was reflecting, yes reflecting, on my habits this weekend. I’ve come to the conclusion that I sabotage myself. Whenever I get into really improving my strength and times and diet I back off for some reason. First it happened after the wedding, last year it happened around this time, then again around March, then after Mt. Wilson, now I’m starting to get back on track and I’m starting to see bad habits creep up. In particular with my eating. So, at least I’ve recognized that I do this and will be continuously watching myself. I’m afraid of falling off the wagon again because that damn wagon goes way too fast and its soooo hard to get back on. Ask me, I’ve been doing the jumping on and off for a while.